John Kendrick Bangs,
Cobwebs from a Library Corner
“ You ask me for a novel, sir,And I say, there you are.The pen is greater than the sword,Of that there is no doubt.The pen for me whene’er I wishAn enemy to rout.A pen, a pad, and say a pintOf ink with which to scrawl,To put a foe to flight is allThat’s needed—truly all. But when it comes to making upA novel in these daysYou do not need a pen at allTo win the writer’s bays. ”
